Protected: I forget him, I forget him not…

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Do as I say and not as I’ve done.

Be of one mind – you won’t last if you’re divided. If you’re on the same page with your words but on different pages in your hearts, then everything you do from this point on is a waste of time.

Don’t wait for the other to fall so that you, too,will have an excuse to fall. She has come so far to fall my your lustful whims.

Don’t let him convince you that it’s okay, that it’s understandable and therefore justifiable, because it’s not. If he rejects you for drawing a line in the sand – so be it. He’s accountable to God for His choices – just as you are.

You must guard your heart and he must watch his tongue. Keep your wondering eyes up, your searching hands in your pockets, and your straying thoughts to yourselves. Remember that she isn’t your and neither is he. She belongs to her Father as he does also.

Above all, don’t seek to empress each other. Use this time to change and reflect on what needs to grow. Encourage one another to be committed to the Lord and what He has for you individually and corporately. Because in the end, it’s better to obey than to suffer the consequences of unnecessary heart ache.

Walk carefully, walk circumspectly. And most importantly, keep the focal point of your hearts on Jesus.

God, make me who I need to be.

My love, my thirst,

My friend, my first,

My helper, my hero,

My shield, my sorrow

My muse, my weakness,

All of my greatness…

Shape me to fit the mold that mirrors his dear heart. Show me how to be what he needs. Use me to fill in the gaps that are left. Help me to help him succeed.

Blah

I miss feeling moved. I miss feeling inspired. Brilliance, enthusiasm, and creativity…I miss these things. Often in the not-to-distant past I was greeted by many creative thoughts that encouraged me to write. But I feel empty and fresh out of influential words! My heart still throbs but has lost the power behind its beat. I know it’s temporary because everything in this life is passing and impermanent.

I just wish that I could speak. I wish my words would flow.

There’s much to say but I can’t seem to utter a word.

My dearest, J…

I will write my blogs and vent to friends and pop my pills to feel better about myself in this situation because these acts are of self-acceptance, not deflection. I am not in denial. I admit my wrong and confess my sin to a deaf ear who only hears what it wants it to hear…who only hears what he says. I don’t blame your response. I would have expected nothing less. And considering your talent for ripping people apart with your words I feel considerably lucky to have been dismissed from your service with the words you chose to deliver. I also don’t blame you because in this situation, I would’ve chosen love over like. Friends come and go. But love doesn’t happen every day. So for your sake, I hope he lied. About everything. And I wish you two the best. I love you and will miss you for the rest of my life.

Times are a changin’…

Over the last week life has changed. Not in some revelatory way. But little things…they’re different. I know that all of this plays a part in His plan…even those little things are part of His perfect or permissive will. Regardless, I’m thankful for this week. It’s been hard. Really, really hard. But I wouldn’t change things one bit. I’m thankful for the change.

Hmmmm…

Sitting here at my kitchen table at 7pm, Thanksgiving day, without my family, I can’t help but analyze what’s going on in my life. Thing and people come and go, and at the end of the day we are forced (whether we admit it or not) to sit down on the edge of our beds and say to ourselves, “what does this all mean?” I know that, in basic terms, the meaning of life is centered around Christ. But when in comes down to His permissive will, I struggle (even now with squinted eyes) to figure everything out. 

 

We Are Men

We are men made of dust and water who bear the image of the great Inventor. We also bear black thumbs; death hovers over everything we touch. We are planted in a place that is liable to decay, rot and spoil. Sown in dishonor, prone to weakness, and raised in corruption…we are the result of life lived in limited space.

We are men of purpose and intention that will punch if pushed hard enough. We are living proof that there is something bigger than the clock on our wall. With each articulated click that emerges from its face we are reminded that we are temporal beings with measurable existences.

We are men of right and wrong who must often bear the result of incorrect choices. We observe, learn, and exhibit the behavior that we see and frequently seek out what behaviors are appropriate. We dislike authority and accountability although we know that we need both and we are constantly in transition. We are creatures of habit, yes, but we are also creatures of change.

We are men of animation and vitality who possess intrinsic value. We each have inherent, natural abilities. We hold worth because of who we are and are loved by the One who made us. We are a community of imperfect creatures. Together we learn how to give and how to seal, how to embrace and how to shun, how to be honest and how to lie, how to love and how to hate.

We are men made of dust and water. We bear the image of and are loved by God. We are creatures in constant transition who need accountability. Our Creator gives us each natural abilities. We need Him more than anything.

And together we learn how to love.

Things are looking up…

It’s always just a matter of perspective.

Protected: 09/11/09-Jericho

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